Miss-adventures of a broke girl

Sometimes I feel lonely
In a room full of people.
All alone.
By myself.
In a room full of people.

And then I get angry.
Because I realize that I am all alone.
In a room full of people.

When I open my lips to speak,
Nobody hears me.
No sound comes from my mouth.
No one sees my lips moving.
And this upsets me even more.
Because it verifies that I'm truly all alone.

I begin to cry.
Loud.
Oh so loud and hysterically.
Maybe someone will hear me now.
But the people continue on their daily quests.
They pass me by as if I do not exist.
And yet and still I'm all alone in a room full of people.

Can I get past the monotony, agony, pain?
Will anyone ever notice me?
Speak to me?
Or is my plea for help going to continue to go unnoticed?
Are my tears all in vain?

I sit and wait patiently.
Once again,
All alone,
In a room full of people.